Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful that I’m fearless. People regret the chances not taken, not the failures. I’m grateful for every single one of my personal and professional failures. Each has pushed me toward enlightenment and away from shitty people, and I’m grateful for my success. It’s the best revenge.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful that I have adjusted to social distancing. I never liked people’s looking into my shopping basket anyway. I’m grateful for good advisors. You can’t know everything. And I’m grateful for dog toys.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for friends who work in tech. It’s not so interesting to the non-geeks. I’m grateful for my optimism even though it waxes and wanes. And, I’m grateful for ice-cold milk. It’s still the best beverage to drink when you’re eating a cookie.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful I was able to spend a happy hour with one of my new work peeps. The majority of women in technology are exceedingly cool. I’m grateful for pesto. And, I am so grateful I went to and finished grad school. Maybe it does make me expensive, or undate-able, but I have never regretted it.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful I made a decision a long time ago to live through the true conscious self. My ego is strong and healthy, but an ego-driven life is exhausting, futile, and very lonely. I’m grateful the rest of the week will be quietly without people – I enjoy my own company. And I’m grateful for my strength and forthrightness. They are my favorite qualities because without them all my other qualities wouldn’t really matter.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful that I’ve exercised restraint when it comes to cosmetic procedures. California is filled with custom faces, and even though mine is quite imperfect, I’m okay with it being more out-of-the-box, so to speak. I’m grateful I live in the mountains now. In times of great crisis, no one yells, “Run for the Valley!” And, I’m grateful for roasted chicken. It’s always a good dinner.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

Today was another gray, rainy day, so I’m grateful that I was occupied with work and other tasks, which helped the gloomy morning pass quickly. I’m grateful for my optimism. It’s not a family trait, and it requires some effort (and I’m determined to make a greater one). And, I’m grateful for the new growth I see in all the plants and trees. They’ve suffered these past years, and you can feel their celebratory energy.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for my resilience. I’m not the smartest or the strongest, but I keep trying. I’m grateful for people who love and support me, and I’m grateful nothing is forever.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

It was a cold and rainy day, and I’m grateful it was quiet, uneventful, and I’m home by the fire a few hours early. I’m grateful I caught a not-often played set of The Who on my way into work. They were the first concert I ever saw #thegarden. Pete Townsend is one of the most underrate musical geniuses of his generation #americanpsycho 🙂 Empty glass is truly flawless, and Roger is smokin’. It was great to hear them on the drive. Lastly, I’m grateful for the awesome fruit tart I had for lunch. A nice reward for a week of salad.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful that I am incapable of being angry at anyone for any length of time. People are more than their behavior. I’m grateful for restaurants, and people who make and serve food. Nothing is more important than feeding people. And. I’m grateful for hard choices. Without them we would have no true direction.

The end.